Zimowa niedziela w Polsce lat 80. to był czas spędzony w kościele, w gronie rodziny, przy domowym rosole i ręcznie robionym makaronie, wśród surowych dorosłych, z nieoczekiwanymi lekcjami i piosenkami, które pozostały w pamięci na długo po tym, jak skończyło się dzieciństwo.
Literacka opowieść o zimach z dzieciństwa w Polsce lat 80., kiedy to głęboki śnieg zamieniał zwykłe ulice w magiczne krajobrazy, jazda na sankach stawała się przygodą, a ciepło rodziny sprawiało, że każdy mroźny dzień był niezapomniany.
Our park became more than a playground—it became a classroom without walls. In this chapter of The Childhood We Never Thought to Miss, I revisit childhood walks through 1980s Łódź, where leaves, rain, seasons and simple acts of kindness quietly taught lessons that have stayed with me for a lifetime.
Every afternoon our courtyard became a kingdom where imagination ruled. The iconic trzepak (carpet-beating frame) turned into a pirate ship, games of gra w gumę (elastic jumping game) echoed with laughter, and the nearby park became a world of secret hideaways, towering trees and unforgettable adventures. This chapter looks back at the freedom, friendships and simple joys of growing up in 1980s Poland—memories that continue to live quietly in the places we once called home.
Childhood didn’t end when we left my grandparents’ village—it simply changed its scenery. From magical visits to Baltona and recording songs from the radio to racing down staircases for a few extra minutes outside, these are the everyday moments that quietly became the memories I treasure most.
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